"My mansion gaily glitter'd each morning as I sped "At earliest blush of sunrise with lightness from my bed. "And must I ever now a maniac votaress rave, "Heaven's devoted handmaid, to Cybele a slave, "Her frantic orgies ply, disgraced in nature's plan, "A part of what I was, a maim'd, a barren man ; "And dwell in Ida's caves which snow for ever chills; "And pass my savage life on Phrygia's rugged hills, "Placed with the sylvan stag, the forest-ranging boar? "Oh! now how soon I rue the deed, how bitterly deplore!" As from her rosy lips these wandering murmurs broke, They rose to heaven and bore th' unwonted words she spoke: VOL. II. Indignantly unyoking her lions on the plain, And rousing the grim beast that bore the left-hand rein, Great Cybele, enraged, her dread injunction told ; And thus to fury waked the tyrant of the fold. Haste, fierce one, haste away! rush on with glaring ire; "With inspiration's rage, with frenzy's goad of fire, "Drive the too-daring youth who would my service fly "Again to seek the gloom of yonder forest high. "Haste: lash thyself to rage till all thy flank be sore: "Let all around re-echo to thine appalling roar: "Toss with thy sinewy neck on high thy glossy mane.” So spake terrific Cybele, and loosed her lion's rein. Gladly the beast awakes his ruthlessness of mind, Bounds, rages, reckless leaves the thicket crush'd behind, Then swiftly gain'd the beach, wash'd by the foamy flood, Where Atys in despair amid the breakers stood, And springing fiercely forth-the wretch, no longer brave, Into the forest plunged, and in a living grave There pass'd her long devoted life, a priestess and a slave. Oh great, oh fearful goddess! Oh Cybele divine! shrine! Far be from my abode thy sacred frenzy's fire, Madden more willing votaries, more daring minds inspire! THE NUPTIALS OF PELEUS AND THETIS. WHEN erst the pines, hewn from the towering wood The chosen strength of all the youth of Greece, In their swift vessel braved the salt domain, And swept with oars of fir its azure plain; (For them the goddess, whose proud empire frowns From lofty citadels o'er vassal towns, Form'd the light chariot that from every blast Collects its vigour till it flies as fast; Fix'd to the crooked keel the knitted trees, And bade them first profane the virgin seas.) Soon as its beak the turbid billows clove, Oh! born in that proud day, that age of earth |